The song Just Drop Dead is performed by Limp Bizkit in the album named Behind Blue Eyes in the year 2004 .
Okay, where the hell you been? Huh?
Said that you'd been hanging with your cute girlfriend
Then I get a call, kinda woke me up
Said that they saw you chillin' with this young little f**k, what?
I was kinda dazed and maybe confused
Never woulda expected this terrible news
Not only were you kissing this fool, you been dissin'
You was playing me out, now you better listen
What the f**k is going on?
Who the f**k do you think you are? Bitch
'Cause for alarm
Gonna put your shit begging me to stay
Even though you run your f**kin' mouth everyday
I ain't some punk a*s dealing with your drunk a*s
Sure your mighty fine
But you crossed the f**kin' line
Now there's no returnin'
This lesson that your learnin'
Pulling down your panties
And leave your a*s burnin'
'Cause I deserve more
I deserve more
You act like a whore
So just drop dead, just drop dead
Rewind, back to the start, go
When we got together I gave you my heart
You made a few mistakes
But that's how it goes
And every time I broke up you gave my a*s a rose, aww
Saying that you're sorry
And I'm the only one
Believed you like a chump
While you were having fun
I was feelin' lonely
While you were with your hommie
Ain't that a bitch?
Now your boy can blow me
What the f**k is going on?
Who the f**k do you think you are? Bitch
'Cause for alarm
Gonna put your shit begging me to stay
Even though you run your f**kin' mouth everyday
I ain't some punk a*s dealing with your drunk a*s
Sure your mighty fine
But you crossed the f**kin' line
Now there's no returnin'
This lesson that your learnin'
Pulling down your panties
And leave your a*s burnin'
'Cause I deserve more
I deserve more
You act like a whore
So just drop dead
'Cause I deserve more
I deserve more
You act like a whore
So just drop dead
There's love, there's lust
Then blood, then guts
Your touch, my crutch
I trust you way too much
There's love, there's lust
Then blood, then guts
Your touch, my crutch
I trust you way too much
You gotta lotta f**kin' nerve
Ya think this is a f**kin' tennis match? Bitch
Time for me to serve
I'm John Mackinroe
Ready for me ho?
It's 15 love
Where the f**k you gonna go? Huh?
Where the f**k you gonna go? Huh?
Where the f**k you gonna go?
What the f**k is going on?
Who the f**k do you think you are? Bitch!
'Cause for alarm
Gonna put your shit begging me to stay
Even though you run your f**kin' mouth everyday
I ain't some punk a*s dealing with your drunk a*s
Sure your mighty fine
But you crossed the f**kin' line
Now there's no returnin'
This lesson that your learnin'
Pulling down your panties
And leave your a*s burnin'
'Cause I deserve more
I deserve more
You act like a whore
So just drop dead
'Cause I deserve more
I deserve more
You act like a whore
So just drop dead
Just drop dead